#and this is all i ggot

[lifeofclonewars]

Sorry to anyone who was expecting to get Fives on the Domino quiz. For some reason, it's only given 1 person him as a result so far. Whenever there's a tie between him and another Domino, it doesn't go to him for some reason

[m4nopl4s]

She’s that bitch

[hadesoftheladies]

actually american liberals can fuck all the way off with their "slur reclamation" bs. go to hell all of you.

[kamenriderw]

AUUEWUHAHWEUAHUWHUJASHEDJSAWHNUIFGRHAS IITSD BBEEN SSUCHHHHHH AA WWEIIRDDDDDDDD OPPOAst ffew weekkssssss!@!!!!!!

[fanboy-feminist]

Love it when the TA has a lecture planned about the AIDS crisis and doesn’t tell anyone and I cry in class.

[beepbeepkazoo]

it a genuine miracle i didnt get fucking fired today

[esoterictboy]

role playing being a douche with another tguy would fix me

“Yeah you like sucking my dick f@ggot? What’s that can’t hear you with your mouth full ? Hey, how does my dick feel inside you, I bet you love this shit ? If you admit you’re a faggot then I’ll come inside you right here like I know you want, all you have to do is say it.”

[wittlesissyb4by]

"I'm sorry we couldn't do it the way you wanted." Madelyn said as she slurped on my cock. Her hair was in braided pigtails, her blouse tight and propping up her perfect tits, stained and glistening with drool raining down her chin. A pleated school girl skirt flared out from her knees on the hardwood floor. It was a bit strange that she was giving me a sloppy blowjob in the hallway, but I certainly wasn't complaining.

"If it wasn't the worst day of my period," she said between spurts of shoving my cock down her throat, "you'd be fucking my brains out right now."

"It's okay." I said, moaning softly.

"No. It's not." she said firmly, stroking my slimy dick. "It's your birthday, and you deserve to play out one of your biggest fantasies. Which is why I got you a present..."

She stood up at that moment, wiping her lips and chin. She took me by the hand, and led me to the door of the guest room.

"I know it's not exactly what you wanted..." she said, a bit embarrassed, "but it was the best I could do."

The door clicked and swung open, revealing a squirming and whimpering sissy, bent over and strapped to the bed...in a slutty schoolgirl outfit.

"I hope this will do instead." she breathed into my ear, still stroking my cock.

I grinned back at her, giving her a passionate kiss on the mouth.

"You really didn't have to," I said, smiling from ear to ear. It wasn't often she let me fuck her little bitch of a boyfriend from before. She wanted me all to herself. It was a rare treat that I got to put the little f@ggot in his place.

Madelyn tapped me on the butt, motioning me forward. The little sissy quivered as I came closer, it sent shockwaves through my system. I loved seeing the little bitch cower before me.

I glanced at Madelyn for reassurance, she nodded with her own wicked grin.

I smacked the little bitch's ass, his yelp into the gag music to my ears. I gripped that stupid diaper with my full palm, feeling the stiff outline of his cock cage, and the base of a plug stuck up his ass.

Madelyn came over, stroking my cock again, getting me ready for him, but I could already feel my pulse through my throbbing member. She removed the tabs of the diaper while the sissy's muffled cries and pleas grew louder.

The diaper was soggy as fuck when it splayed open. What kind of so called man pisses himself??

Madelyn popped the plug out, exposing the sissy's poor, puckering asshole, ready to be used.

She gripped my cock and guided it forward, right between the sissy's cheeks.

"Happy birthday!" she said, kissing and nibbling my ear.

Then I pushed in, and made the bitch squeal.

[tea-blankets-andstars]

Marauders era as things i have heard in school today (p.3)

~~~

*sirius walking in heels*

james: they look like their gonna trip

marlene: nah thats just how you walk in them, you gotta look like you could fall into a hunky mans arms at any moment

~~~

sirius: i called marlene a f@ggot and she looked at me and said "im a swaggot" and im jut gonna say that from now on

~~~

*james singing ABBA*

peter: we get it you're a dancing queen.

sirus: YOUNG AND SWEET

remus: ONLY SEVENTEEN

james: DANCING QUEEN

rem,siri,&james: FEEL THE BEAT FROM THE TAMBOURINE

*peter who was just trying to study*

~~~ 

*the valkyries doing personality tests*

lily: it called me a pessimistic nerd

emmeline: OMGGGG IM THE SAME AS MARILYN MONROE

dorcas: apperently im sleep deprived...facts tho

mary: YOUR THE SAME AS LEONARDO DE CAPREO? WERE GETTING MARRIED

pandora: *reading the paper* well well well, it says that i tend to weird people out...wonder why?

marlene: HELL YEAH IM COOLER THAN ALL OF YOU

~~~



[cordycepsfem]

So my girlfriend and I went to our local Pride event today, one that I’ve written about previously here.

I did not want to go. This is because I am new-task-avoidant, and Pride was on one day of my usually tightly-hoarded weekend. But she asked that I go and meet some of her friends from her volunteering group so I said sure.

Meeting her friends was great - they’re fun and welcoming people from a variety of backgrounds, and I’m glad we did that. I hope we can spend time with them again soon.

Then we go out to the actual festival part. It is loud. There are people everywhere. This is unsurprising because it is a pride event in a major city. As people we are not fond of loud, crowded events… but we made the effort to get here so we’re going to go through it.

So we start walking.

As we make our way through the crowds I realize that the two of us are some of the more conservative-looking individuals there. We’re in T-shirts, shorts, baseball caps, functional shoes. There are many, many people in what we on here are all familiar with as “queer” costuming - it’s loud, it’s ugly, and it’s adorned with pins and stickers demanding attention. Many people have giant flags around their necks.

We see booths with obviously female individuals selling merchandise emblazoned with “f*ggot” doing a robust business. Lots of apparel and accessories that scream “I have an identity and I’m here to make it your problem!!” One booth has a pin showing a mastectomy-scarred chest reading “the no-titty committee” which causes me to let out a sad noise, because sure enough I’ve seen at least ten individuals with bare chests and some awful mastectomy scars wandering around. Some have glitter or fancy tape adoring their scars. Others have very obvious “dog ears” which look sloppy and painful.

(Note: I am not saying that having scars is awful. I am saying that the way the incisions were made was imprecise, leaving scars that are larger and that look worse as compared to, like, an actually good surgeon performing a regulated procedure with a standardized course, and not a “gender medicine professional.” This is obviously my own bias from doing research and from seeing others “in the wild” and should only be taken as my opinion. I have plenty of scars; the surgical ones all look clean and well-executed. These did not.)

We keep walking. There were at least two furry booths. Lots of people in puppy masks. Plenty of trans-focused groups.

We buy a few things at some of the more relevant booths and I stop to talk to one group about a job. My girlfriend says she’s ready to go, so we cut around the rest of the park and head for a nearby bookstore.

As we’re walking she takes my hand. “That pride wasn’t for us.”

“No.”

“I don’t know who it was for, but it wasn’t for us.”

I said “I told you so” in the kindest of voices but it was really just sad. This event and so many others happening this month are no longer for actual LGBT people. They are a celebration of the commodification of “queer” identity. Were there some booths there with people doing good work for those in our communities? Yes, without a doubt. But was there a bigger contingent of people there to give a “fuck you” to the world? Yep.

The first Pride events were to show straight people that LGBT people were not sexual deviants. Now the sexual deviants have booths at the Pride events.

I would just like a lesbian event. Just women. I’m willing to start it and run it. Girlfriend was so excited to go to Pride, and I think she left more disappointed than anything else. There are no longer a lot of “normies” at Pride. They have to be somewhere, so where?

[atrustfulplace]

I am not at all in the dsmp fandom but i was seeing posts about tommyinnit coming out as bi-curious and so many of them were using the term faggot to describe him.

and in my head i was like perhaps we should not be using slurs to describe newly out people who have not necessarily reclaimed them. then i saw how he came out and yeah carry on ‘ggots have fun 

[jordanstrophe]

Hallow Island, The Inspector

[Masterlist]

CW: Defiant, Imprisoned, manhandled, controlling whumpers, auction mentioned

Whumpee restlessly hammered their fists on the cell door. They knew it was useless, but if it annoyed anyone beyond the doors, then so be it.

Stress kept their heart on a constant adrenaline high; it was the only thing keeping them from collapsing. They touched their cheekbone and felt swelling; the backhand from earlier must have left a bruise.

The door rattled as whumpee jumped to their feet. The two guards from earlier came in, accompanied by one more.

" .... This is it? This is all they got?" The Inspector scoffed, stepping in with the guards. "They're going to do an entire auction with one person? Gracious what a waste of all our time. Hold them, please." They snapped a glove over their hand.

"Wait! I don't have anything of value, if you're looking for money you've got the wrong person," Whumpee argued, sinking to their knees to avoid the guards, who each grabbed a wrist and pulled them to stand straight.

"Oh we know that, dear. Luck for us we're not after anything you have." The guards dragged whumpee within a foot of the Inspector; whumpee shrunk their neck and clenched their teeth in response.

"You see the thing of value is you." They grinned, reaching for whumpee's face as they flinched and buried their face in the guards shoulder on their right. The guard seemed to be taken aback a bit. They tried to gently nudge their face but whumpee wouldn't budge.

"Come now, just let me have them." The Inspector hissed, shoving the guard back until they could grab whumpee's jawline. "Stand straight, look at me, sweet thing." They cooed. Whumpee's gaze was pure death as they glared at the Inspector. Tears in their eyes were wiped by a thumb across their cheekbone. The bruise was apparent as they winced.

"Is that.... A bruise?" The Inspector squinted. There was silence for a moment as they pressed their thumb hard into whumpee's cheekbone-

-"OW! Stop it!" Whumpee barked, freeing their face and burying it back onto the guards shoulder, who looked completely flustered and didn't know what to do.

"What idiot did that? Who hit them?! Was it you?!" They accused the guard on the left.

"It was whumper. They tried to run right off the plane." They shrugged.

"The imbecile! We have one living thing up for auction tonight and it's flawed!" The inspector cried, rummaging through their bag. "It's fine, I can fix this. It's my job." They muttered.

"Just let me go and no one will know! You already said I wasn't worth your time." Whumpee tried to plead.

"What? When did I say that?" The inspector raised their head. "Your range of buyers will go mad no matter what we throw on stage. And since you're... Well, it, we could look at a bidding war. I heard the last batch off the plane didn't last long." They shrugged.

Dread poured into whumpees body at their last words. Their spine felt cold, their heart couldn't beat much faster as it fluttered uncomfortably. Whumpee gritted their teeth and struggled for air; tears freely flowed down their cheeks.

"But I'm not... I-I'm not worth anything." They quietly muttered. The inspector raised their head and whumpee felt the guard on their right clutch their arm a little softer.

"Oh, darling." They tsked, cupping whumpee's cheek.

"After tonight, you will see exactly how much you're worth." They smiled. 

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[spiderpunkofficial]

I'm not even joking jm genuinely scared for if Trump wins this election, cuz like as a young trans kid thinking abt the fact that I literally won't have rights if he wins is genuinely horrifying to me and all my family talks abt is how they hope Trump wins so 'all those immigrants get deported and those f@ggots get their rights finally taken away'

(NO BRO THIS IS SO REAL, I'm a trans kid as well, and it's fuckin' stupid. ALSO, HELLO PEOPLE, HE IS A CRIMINAL?? THE FUCK???? And people fucking wonder why we are declining in economics, and just general intelligence. And I'm not saying Kamala would have been perfect, nobody would have been, but BITCH. Trump has literally said "I am the best president for the black people, since Abraham lincoln" like first off, no you aren't, shut the fuck up. There's a lot of baggage there, but AGAIN TRUMP IS A CONVICTED FELON.

A CONVICTED FELON CANT GET A REGULAR JOB, SO WHY DID WE JUST GIVE ONE THE HIGHEST JOB POSSIBLE???

Sorry I'm just fucking pissed about it. As a person, as a kid who has to grow up in this society, as a trans person, as everything. -mod.

[gor3sigil]

I'll say it because I need it out of my chest: bring transmasc in this world is, to me, being forced to play a game I can never win.

See, I'm almost 2 years on HRT and almost 2 months post top surgery and what I can say is that I don't pass consistently. When I'm in public, and trust me I didn't want to see that at first, but when people want to gender me they'll conveniently choose the option they can use against me:

1. I'm a queer man, so [insert homophobic slurs].

2. I'm a woman, and I face sexism, misogyny, sexual harassment etc.

Or the magic option

3. I'm trans. And I say Trans as in the "third gender", and I face transphobia and everything that can come with it.

And let me tell you that this shit is exhausting. I'm scared when I leave my house all the damn time. I go in the bathroom only in places where I know the bathrooms are not gendered, or I'd rather hold it until it aches. My last experience travelling and having to go to the train station's bathroom has been dreadful because in this forsaken places I had to pay to go so there were PEOPLE watching in which bathroom I was going, and even them didn't have a fking CLUE where I was supposed to go.

Literally a woman told me "uhm... Go to the women's I guess ?"

And then I almost gave the old woman coming after me a heart attack when I said "hello".

I'm so tired. So so tired.

Like please let me exist in peace I swear I'm just longing for a day where I can live my house without fear.

When the cis dudes catcalling me are not the same to call me a "f@ggot" depending on the weather.

When I can go PISS without checking under my door if there's people washing their hands and having to brush past them like I'm a shadow on the wall if there so they don't look at me too closely.

I'm so stressed.

[cuckedlooser]

My owner @fuckboy-jake has has me by the balls so bad. I’m a total loser for master jake. I can’t get enough of him. Can’t resist him.

He has me gooned, ruined and denied for weeks. Started off with a single week but manipulated me so subtly I didn’t even realize I was begging him to extend the time line more and more and it’s over 7 weeks now and even at the end it’s only a ruined orgasm that I’ll be getting. To top it off he made me think this was all a great idea and I jumped at it.

He’s been cucking me, ruining me, making me worse than I ever thought possible. I’ve been worshiping him any chance I get and I’m glad for it. I am a pathetic mess for him and I’m loving it extremely. Master Jake is a true alpha master, knows how to fuck up his f*ggots.

I’m so lucky to be able to serve him and be his slave. Owned by him. His fuck hole. I can’t resist telling him my deepest secrets without a second thought only for him to use them against me to fuck me up more😵‍💫. He deserves to be the attention of every slut out there

[banamine-bananime]

Church, without warning: I actually - I'm not going to lie to you. I think I might already be legally married. To Lavernius Tucker. Wash, who was just trying to have a silent morning coffee and was most certainly not prepared for this but feels that he's probably obligated to take this seriously: Is it... legally... recognized? Church: I think, well - Church: Church: It's by an ordained Minister. Cause Sarge is apparently, somehow, a registered, ordained Minister. Wash, clutching his coffee Very Tightly: Church: and the paperwork was all filed and shit Wash: Church: so am I Church: Am I, like already legally married? Church: Is this going to be an issue if I want to marry Tex in the Vegas Quadrant or something? Wash: Wash: When you get married AS A BIT - Wash, Very Deliberately Calming Down: Wash: you're not supposed to actually get married. What the hell were you thinking? Church: What? It was for a video. Wash, no longer very deliberately calming down: Yeah. But you still signed the paperwork. YOU GOT MARRIED.

Tucker: I got a call yesterday, he's like, 'my sister's seen the video, you know, you didn't invite her. Yeah, moment's gone, and you didn't invite her, and she's fallen out with me, Tucker. And now - now she's fallen out with you'. And I'm like OH. So I look and I'm in bad with the Church family. *giggling nervously* We will not be speaking to Carolina again. I have some apologies - I think I have made a severe and continuous lapse in - oh god. Oh shit.

_________

Church: Just sign it. Tucker: Why? Church: BECAUSE WE DON'T NEED TO BE LEGALLY MARRIED. THIS IS CRAZY. Tucker: It's funny Church: You're not even in my will. Tucker: Why? I'm your husband! Church: My will is 'fuck you all, everything goes to charity'. Tucker: Give it to the charity of me! Church: We're not married. We're not staying married. This is crazy. You're being crazy. Just sign the divorce papers. Tucker: Let's sort this once and for all. If Tex - if Tex - if Tex wants me to drop this, for us to split up, I can, alright? I can see - Church: Just sign it. Tucker: - 'Cause I care about her. Tucker: Right. Okay. I texted Tex - I texted Tex, and she just replied - Tucker: "Get it together, honey."

Tucker, coming out years in the future: I'm bicurious so I can say like 1/5th of it. How about that, you 'ggots? Wash, trying to figure out whether it's biphobic to murder him:

so. i'm not a mcyt fan but from accidentally coming across this very weird mcyt nightmare polycule i have been unable to stop myself from gawking at it like a train derailment and i do think this could be a very real chexer situation. if you are not familiar:

this post is made from actual words that have been said with a few minor alterations